There are no names or ages in the book, which only adds to the mystique. I want to be revered, feared and worshipped as an all-powerful goddess. There is nothing that turns me on more than a pathetic, whimpering man bowing to my every whim.
Even more concerning is the realisation, if the graphic confessions it contains are anything to go by, that so many women are still in the same old sexual quagmire of shame and self-loathing. In the comedy-drama Sex Education, Gillian portrays a sex therapist pictured with her teenage son Otis, played by Asa Butterfield.
I was about 22 years old at this point and a junior editor on the magazine but, like many of my generation, already married. Most of my sexual education in those days came from Cosmo: the discussions among the staff and the material we covered in our pages were far more frank than anything I encountered elsewhere.
Shocked, because some of the more outrageous fantasies were anathema to even my wildest dreams, and rather more like nightmares. Determined to be all-inclusive, she invited women worldwide of every sexual inclination, to contribute β anonymously β to the Dear Gillian website. From what amounted to more than 1, pages of manuscript, Anderson and her team whittled it down to pages and more than individual fantasies. So when I started dipping into Want, I rather expected things to have moved on.
The surprise, and even the disappointment, is that they barely have. There are numerous threesomes, foursomes and many moresomes in both, too.
